They have a present. (First person perspective.)

Authors Note: I prefer to write in the first person so I changed perspective. Hope nobody minds.

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You sure about this Frank?” my partner Micheal asks me, unable to hide the apprehension in his voice.

“Don't worry buddy, just follow my lead and trust me man, it will be worth it.” I try to reassure him in hushed tones. Bloody rookies, always so afraid of pushing the limits, afraid to get caught. A few more months on the job and he'll realize that nobody cares what we do anymore, that we can get away with almost anything. I look around the stock room, kinda small, but private, it will do.

Max walks past me through the door, disdain clearly in her eyes as she quickly glances at me. I can't help but stare at her ass, her tight cargo pants hugging her curves. The memory of last night still crisp in my mind. The feeling of her tight wet pussy gripping my cock as she begged me to fuck her. The thought alone is almost enough to get me off.

I can hear Mike shut the door, the deadbolt locking into place as Max turns around to face me. Our eyes meet and I smile at her, my smile is not returned.

“What the fuck do you want?” she spits her words at me. For a split second fear comes over me, she looks like a trapped animal, ready to pounce, and I'm worried that she just might snap and attack me. But the moment of weakness is fleeting, I mean what could a 105 pound girl do anyway.

Might as well get to the point. “Well, after all you gave me last night, I decided to bring you a present... it only seems fair.” I tell her. Her brow furrows, confused she watches as I pull a laptop from my bag. Placing it on a stack of boxes I motion her over to join me, she chooses to stand in her corner, unmoving.

“Fine, have it your way,” I tell her, as I open the laptop, and click on a file.

“FUCK ME, HARDER! PLEASE FUU...” the speakers on the laptop scream out. In a blur of motion Max is beside me frantically trying to stop the video. I made sure she wouldn't be able to stop the video from playing but she does manage to lower the volume enough so no one outside of the room would be able to hear.

“You taped it...” she states the obvious, she looks sick to her stomach, but she is unable to tear her eyes away from the video.

“ohh god, yessss. Mmmmhhhh,” the laptop speakers fill the room with her cries of pleasure. She still hasn't torn her eyes away, watching herself on the laptop as she is roughly and willingly fucked. She watches and I know shes thinking of how my cock felt when I pushed inside of her tight wet pussy for the first time. How she begged me to fuck her. Her screams as she came over and over again. The video becomes quiet as it shows her eagerly sucking on one of our cocks. Her body sweaty, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as we fill her from both ends, the look of pure contentment on her face as her head bobs up and down on the shaft.

I look at my little Max again as she watches the video. Her face is flushed, mostly with what I assume is embarrassment but with something else as well. Her breathing is heavier than it was before, and her nipples are visibly hard through the sheer fabric of her top. I was counting on this. Watching herself get double teamed is making her wet. The **** we injected into her last night would still have fleeting effects on her for a few days yet, not as strong as before, but still effective if you knew the right buttons to push.

“mmmm... FUCK,” the video screams out again as she cums, her entire body shaking as she moans around the cock in her mouth. She's had enough, watching herself cum was her limit, tearing her eyes away from the screen she looks directly at me.

“So what the fuck do you want?” she asks me again.